Chapter 78 In addition to Miao Shu and Song Niang, Mrs. Xu, Feng Pingqiu, also came to congratulate her.
Feng Pingqiu had a flattering look on his face, and he was very proficient in flattering words.
Not long after, Yuan Cang actually came.
It has to be said that all the demons and monsters gathered in Xiao Mansion today.
It’s overwhelming…
Today he took off his Feiyu clothes and wore dark blue clothes, with a green Liuyun brocade belt around his waist and his hair tied high behind his head.
An iceberg face, less serious, showing the appearance of a handsome young man.
On the surface, it is still the usual hypocritical blessing in the officialdom: "Lord Governor, I wish you a happy birthday. I wish you good fortune, wealth, and longevity!"
"Master Yuan is too polite! How can our family, He De, bother you to make a trip in person!" Xiao Qi returned the favor.
Feng Xiaoer, the governor's wife whom the matchmaker was marrying, naturally stood beside Xiao Qi to greet her.
But it wasn't very tiring. After all, Xiao Qi didn't prepare a sumptuous dinner to invite them to the house to taste it, so some ministers sent gifts to them, and some visited them in person.
For those who visit in person, be polite and courteous.
Feng Xiaoer talks little, but always smiles, showing his popularity.
Before leaving, just say, "Sir, just walk slowly."
Some people would lend flowers to the Buddha and praise the governor's wife, and Feng Xiao'er responded dignifiedly.
After a few guests, I gradually became more comfortable with it.
As for Yuan Cang, Feng Xiaoer felt a little bit in her heart. She wondered if the big man who threatened to break one of her legs that day was from their Jin Yiwei.
If so, does it have anything to do with Yuan Cang?
The answer is most likely.
Thinking of this, Feng Xiaoer raised her eyes and found Yuan Cang looking at her.
It seems that he has been staring.
Feng Xiaoer didn't panic and smiled lightly.
Yuan Cang rarely smiled: "Mrs. Governor, you are unparalleled in beauty. Lord Governor, you are so lucky..."
Xiao Qi is also a good person. He can't tell where the eyes of Yuan Cang, the thief's son, are looking.
He gently held Feng Xiaoer's waist, with a look of joy on his face: "We will not refute this sentence and be polite."
Humor, plus giving Feng Xiaoer enough face.
Yuan Cang also smiled, but his eyes were still on the woman's face.
The startling glimpse of the old lady of the Feng family at the banquet will never be forgotten for a long time.
Now we meet again, although we are so close, we cannot touch.
Therefore, he could not help but hide a lot of unspeakable thoughts in his eyes.
Feng Xiaoer was not used to such aggressive gazes, which made her very uncomfortable, like... like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time, staring at a hare.
Yuan Cang knew Xiao Qi's rules: after gifts are given, people should leave. "Goodbye, Lord Governor, madam..." He cast his gaze on Feng Xiaoer's face for the last time, then turned around and left.
Xiao Qi still maintained his original posture, turned his head, and his eyes were fixed on Feng Xiaoer's face.
Somehow, the two pupils in his eyes seemed to be frozen, motionless.
In the afternoon, under the bright sunshine, black pupils with some light transparent enamel were staring at her.
Being stared at by such a pair of eyes, Feng Xiaoer's whole body tensed up and she didn't dare to move.
A pair of eyes subconsciously opened wide and looked at him passively: "What's the matter, sir?"
Xiao Qi patted her shoulder comfortingly: "It's okay. It's just that our wife is so beautiful..."
This is so nonsense.
Although his movements were gentle and his tone contained doting, under the warm autumn sun, Feng Xiaoer still felt a chill.
Before I could think about it carefully, I heard again: "It's a pity that our family is a eunuch. Marrying into our family will also wrong you..."
No matter how stupid Feng Xiaoer is about emotional matters, she still thinks clearly.
Pulling the hand off his shoulder, he held it his usual well-behaved tone and sincere eyes, he took turns to show deep affection and profound meaning.
"Sir, you hold a high position, and I am just a concubine, but you still treat me with such gentleness, consideration, and respect. I can't even imagine that after getting married, I can enjoy such a sweet and happy life! I can't even imagine that after getting married, I can enjoy such a sweet and happy life! I am already so grateful, why am I feeling wronged?"
"So what about the eunuch? You are handsome, graceful, and prudent and considerate in your actions. For my mother, you committed a crime alone. These concubines are all engraved in your heart. I just feel that God is too merciful to me. How can I feel wronged? So what with the eunuchs, so with the real men, they are just three wives and four concubines, suffering from the pain of being in love with someone else!"
Feng Xiaoer was almost in tears as she spoke, but before she could finish speaking, she was hugged by Xiao Qi.
His embrace was warm and powerful.
The noon sun seemed to be absorbed by his body, so it was always extra warm when he hugged her.
"If you think so, our family is also happy. Let's go. Although we haven't prepared any delicious food to receive these guests today, you and our family should also have a good celebration!"
Xiao Qi was in a good mood, and it seemed that his mood became particularly beautiful because of Feng Xiaoer's words.
Her hand was held tightly by him, and there was no other tenderness or sweetness involved, but she was stunned in her heart: Man, is he so easy to coax?
That's all, it's easier to coax and it will save her some trouble when getting along.
……
Yuan Cang left the Xiao Mansion, feeling depressed, and went directly to the brothel to look for Zheng Meier, the oiran who he usually supported with a lot of money, and the leader of the brothel.
Zheng Mei'er, the newly minted courtesan, is currently on the second floor, her shoulders half-covered by flowing gauze. She holds a pipa in her arms and plays and sings the long-popular brothel ditty "Hateful King Can't Stay" tenderly.
The sound of the pipa is melodious and graceful, and the prelude of the song is as light and gentle as a butterfly playing with flowers.
The center is like a spring flowing in a dark valley, gurgling and ethereal.
The last song is like the green willows on the shore playing with the water, creating delicate and soft ripples.
As soon as it swayed, it rippled into the hearts of the listeners.
(End of this chapter)